We are the Wild Things

Youth is said to be wasted,

Youth, they say is lost.

We are the Wild Things,

What is our cost?

 

From lingering eyes we stare.

From unparted lips we stay silent.

 

We may yearn in silence, but we are screaming with

Joy, Sadness, Requite, and Longing.

 

These are our stories.

 

From the boy on an island,

And one whose vices are divine,

To the coloring utensils that line our lungs.

We are the ghosts that haunt dorms.

We are the shadows that campfires burn.

 

Youth is not wasted, it is not lost,

We are the Wild Things, love is our cost.

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